Snowflakes, snowflake falling down
Now is the time to get out side
Wind is blowing them all around
Falling gently down to the ground
Twinkling sparkling to the ground

Laughing, playing, shouting, and having fun
Again and again
Kindly playing and laughing and shouting
Eating chocolate fudge cakes
Snowflakes falling down

SOMETIMES
By: Asia age 12 from Columbus,OH

Sometimes I would like to live
Sometimes I would like to stay in bed
Sometimes life can be so harsh
No matter what I would always try and know that without neglect
Sometimes I would like to know that you love me for who I am
Sometimes I would like to live and have fun
And know that without shame.

FLOWER by Nadine

Each petal,
Formed by fairies,
So loving,
Yet so sad,
Wave goodbye,
And yet hello,
The crafts man ship,
So great,
The colours,
So defined,
Each line and scar,
So pretty,
It's there,
But do we see,
The message that's inscribed?

poem by Jazz

As i lay under these dark and shadowing pillows,
i hear the distort sound of a jingle.
This shows me that I am young ant the sun has risen,
that life has a meaning to its simple word.
I carefully lift the cushions to find that life is long and cannot be
wasted.

It's not the synonym to monotonous or ugly,
but the meaning of freedom and opportunities.
Opportunities that can brig you happiness or sadness,
any emotion in life is required for I am old and the sun has set.

Finally i feel proud that i have lived life,
that i have lived freedom.

Poem by Mira

I sat in my room
I saw a bird
he sang with joy
I covered my ears
what a noisy bird

Peace At Night
By Grace V

Oh Flower, oh flower,
Shine so bright.
Hold me tight
with all your might.
Hold me close
hold me tight
I'll pray for you tonight.
Stop the demons from getting to me.
I'll hold you and you hold me.

Poem by Abby

Those six words are something which seemed to change my life.
I kept it a secret. All emotions of horrid pain and sober faded.
I thought it would last forever, but to me nothing good last forever.
People would always tell me that i was to good for him and i could do
better.
All those words washed over me. People would always say, young
love never last only 1 in a million chances. I thought we would last.
Until that day came, i wanted it to go right past me but in essence air
doesn't go right past you, it goes through you.
He said it was nothing I did. I walked away thanking him for making my life better.
Words that I let pass by me filled my head.
One in a million chances and young
love never lasts.

WAVE
By Coconut age 7 from Surabaya, Indonesia

You were once my wave
The centre of my love
The meaning in my existence
The reason I awakened.

This wave has new directions
It is no longer here
So another one arrives
Crashing at my shore.

Breathing life into my soul
Beating drums and music near
Lighting beacons from a distance
Sailing oceans back to home.

Jewish Boy-Outcast
by Ben age 12 from Sydney, Australia

My home, my life taken away in a flash,
Click, clatter, talk, punch and my family is snatched.

They stare, and comment as if I weren t there,
And treat me like dirt and laugh at me like a bear.

Tears and anger, pacing around me,
Kids leaving rooms as I wait to be free.

The smell of a sensation never before,
Yet the scars, stench and shivers tells me it s probably more.

I am a plane waiting for instruction,
But I hear a story of terror and destruction.

The ticket to the end I was told is coming,
That noise of the train, strumming, humming, and drumming.

Staring out of the carriage glass,
Telling myself it s not true, soon it will pass.

That was the End

Poem by Lewis age 12 from Cork, Ireland

Here I stand I'm all alone
I have no friends to call on the phone
I'd love to run and jump and play
Instead I sulk at home all day

But when I think about myself
My family's rich and and we're all in health
I hope to God that I live long
I'm all alone but I stand strong

EVENING
by Grace age 10

The day is down, and as the sun sets in the west,
So does the night sky emerge from the east.
I look west, a merge of red, orange and yellow,
As the last rays of sun light stream over the hills;
I see the first twinkly, twilight stars,
And a first glimpse of a silvery moon.
As darkness spills in, the dusk sky gradually turns into night.
And I fall gently to sleep and peacefully dream till morning.

Love
By Kaillie age 12 from Long Beach, CA

Losing my fears,
Losing my tears,
In the shadows of love.
Deep in it's depths I seep,
No mourning, no weeping,
It is my fate
No going back,
I've gone too far,
And I've lost myself to the stranger of love.

My Animal

by Katie Hershberger

My animal is black and white,
but you cannot fly him like a kite.
He is short and he is fat,
but he is not a rat.
Can you guess what he is?

ODE TO THE CHAIR
By Elisa age 11 from Anerly, UK

Tall, small, skinny, plump.Many different races, held in
different places.
Soft, gentle, hard, strong. Some very slim, some very long.
A back reast - a friend to man.
When work has been done and hours have been long: we are loved by
all.
blue, red, green, purple, black, white. Silver, yellow, gold; any
colour you like!
we're used in school, used at work, used at home and not at all.
Made by wood, metal stone. Feathers, cusions fluff...
Just generally made by stuff!
A clean, mean, sitting machine! And yet, what we all forget:
When we are no longer needed, not loved like we were.
Burnt to a crist, left to die but we all help when cries are
heard.
we help the young, we help the old, we help the deaf, we help the
blind.Yet none are loved, let us all come to reign!
When the skies shine and fire roars, our netions love for us will
show it's glory.
So think about it hard and think about it well for there is
nothing more to tell:
We are a backrest- a friend to man and we will always be ready to
keep a helping hand...
THE CHAIR.

FREEDOM
By Emma Jane Austin age 10 from surrey

i stand and stare so closely getting redy to say hi.
but still you don't notice me you pretend i am invisible and walk
by.

i hoped that one day you'd see me but still you decied to ride
free. so what is this freedom is it somthing i know?
does it wash or bath or feed you? is it fast or slow?

i want to see more of this freedom i waited time passing by. does
it hide in treetops? or pays fees off? hmm why why why?

so today i discovered freedom
was it somthing i know? well it's life as we see it bad or good
so be it but but if i didn't have it i wish i could

The Northern Lights
By Emma age 10 surrey

An icy special rainbow floating in the sky
a wonderful abstract picture
drying from up high.

A king of all the mountains
A god of all the sea.
A wonderful glowing lava lamp
lighting the sky for me.

I KNEW IT WAS 0VER
By Jacob age 10 from Brighton, UK

I ran out of weapons, I shrieked in anger, I started to run for
my life

I KNEW IT WAS OVER!

I looked over my shoulder and saw my friends fall

I KNEW IT WAS OVER!

I could feel my heart beat as fast as a cheetah BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM!

I KNEW IT WAS OVER!

I saw a spear flying towards my direction, it hit me in the
stomach

I KNEW IT WAS OVER!

My eyes were closing, I was going to die. It was getting darker
and darker

IT WAS OVER!

By Megan age 7 from Newcastle upon Tyne

A good friend is kind.
A good friend does not pick fights.
A good friend shares things.
A good friend helps you.
A good friend loves you.
It is simple to follow.
I will be a good friend to all.

WHEN WINTER AWAKES

By Megan age 7 from Newcastle upon Tyne.

When winter awakes there are lots of snow flakes, in the
shivering cold.
I was always told, don't forget
your mittens, they're as warm as Kittens.
Now don't forget the toasty fire, it is much warmer than electric
wire.
At bedtime a whistling wind comes to mint the room. But I am
tucked up all snug in my bed.

My teddy

My teddy is soft
My teddy is firm
My teddy loves me
And I love my teddy
My mum says
I'm glued to that bear
But it is so special
As my daddy
Let me have
A teddy so special to him
And ever so bright
Were the teddy's eyes
So now I say goodnight.

by Chloe age 11 from, Bilston UK

Stop Bullying

s: is for sadness which i feel
t: is for the tears trickling down my face
o: is for offending which they do to me
p: is for picking on me

b: is for bullying and how horrible it is
u: is for upsetting which i always feel
l: is for lying when confronted
l: is for laughing when they see I'm upset
y: is for `why me`
i: is for ignoring which i rather they do
n: is for nasty for the names they call me
g: is for ganging up on me

NAME: kerry AGE: 12 LOCATION: newcastle

There are people walking in the street
They are walking on their feet
Going in the shops and looking
At all the lovely treats
Now they are going to the cinema
They want to see a movie
So they buy some chocolate
and a big pot of popcorn
and a great big strawberry smoothie
Then they all go home to bed
Shopping is very tiring
The movie was fun
But the day is done
It is time to rest their head

I am the middle child
i think its really mean
im stuck in between like
a tinned-sardine

im the filling of the sandwich
yes thats what i am
mum says im sweet so perhaps
im jam. xxx

NAME: x-x-x-x-xjohannahx-x-x-x-x
AGE: 12 LOCATION: england

I AM A MONSTER!

I am a monster,
And i like to munch
childrens bones
crunch,crunch,crunch.

I am a monster,
tall and scary
I used to be bold
but now i am hairy.

NAME: Catherine Ann Munro AGE: 9 LOCATION: Bristol

Honey Limerick!

I like to eat lots of honey,
Especially when day's are sunny,
It's sticky and thick,
So eat it up quick,
The thing is it costs to much money.

Hannah age 8 from England

The unicorn has its own magic and spell,
Around her neck is a giant silver bell.
From her horn dust will fall,
She only comes when she hears her call.
The colour of her is crystal white,
Go to her, she will not bite.
Her beauty is so wonderful,
Her mane is ever so beautiful.
The golden hoofs on her feet,
Look like like a rippled golden sheet.
Looking at her diamond eyes,
You see her under fluffy, pink skies.
She swings her tail from side to side,
When it's day she will always hide.
Her canter is ever so soft,
I saw her first from my loft.
She will be a horse in the morn,
I know she's special because she's a unicorn.

NAME: Naomi age 12 from United Kingdom

School

Sports can be tennis,
but don't be a menace
with the rackets.

English is writing,
underlining, highlighting
or brackets.

Maths is for sums,
not twiddling your thumbs
in a test.

Tests are important
and can't be shortened
so do you're best.

French is for language
like how you say "sandwich"
and one, two and three.

There's not a vacation
in school education
so learning is what it should be!

Owen Spokes 10 kent, England

There's a Monster Under my Bed
At night, when I get told to go to bed, I get all shocked
and I shiver a lot. I say to Mum and dad "Please
Don't leave me alone upstairs, with the MONSTER under
My bed". Mum and dad always say "Don't be silly,
There's nothing under your bed, it's just your imaginary
Friend".
When I get upstairs the MONSTER gives a "ROAR" I start
to shiver and shake then I gave a loud scream.
But when I looked under my bed it was only my big fat
CAT!

Rebecca
9, Waikanae, New Zealand

Mum

Her hair is a black cloud forming in the distance
Her eyes are like two meatballs sitting on a pink plate
Her teeth are like ice cubes waiting to sucked
Her legs are like two velvet pink gowns on a clothes rack

My Mum is a tall slim statue on a hill of gold

Katherine
10, New Zealand

Harriette

Her hair is as orange as a fire in a wood.
She's as loud as a lions roar.
Her eyes are a patch of deep blue sea surround by white sand.
Her nose is like a shell sticking out of the sand on a warm summers day.
Her teeth are like rows of pearls on a pink piece of paper.
Her lips are like red blood drizzled on a face.
Her eyebrows are like piles of bright orange tulips in rows.
Her ears are like two small pink jelly beans glued to a face.

cats are cute and cuddly
some are mean and bite
some cats are small and short
what never even fight
some cats are fluffy some are not
but there's one thing that cats don't like
that's DOGS!!!!

Anouska leyens
age 10 from London

Poems

Poems are funny poems are sad
poems are everywhere around
poems make me laugh and cry with their lovely tune
poems are little tunes what go on in my head
poems will go round the world for ever!!!!

Anouska Leyens
age 10 from London

The Magic Box
I will put in my box
the sound of the waves clashing together,
the sweet smell of popcorn,
and the first gurgle of my baby cousin.

I will put in my box
the excitement of going on holiday,
a fresh start to the new day,
and seeing the red, orange and yellow sunset for the first time.
I will put in my box
the feeling of waking up on your birthday and knowing your a whole year older,
the view from your hotel window looking over the beautiful ocean,
and the glisten of the first star you see.
My box is bright purple with golden spirals on the lid and lovely memorys in the corners.

I shall swim in my box
in the biggest oceans in the world, then be scooped up by a net and drop me on the finest, yellowest beach ever found.

Sasha Keene
10, Edgware

Let’s Think Of Things That Rhyme

People like to chat
Maybe not about a bat
Maybe about their pet cat
I don't know why,

But you may have sat
On your hat
But how do we know that?

When people get on their front door mat
Maybe what you want to do is play with your pet rat
Or maybe even your pet gnat

I think we know 'chat' rhymes with a lot of things
But lets go on and rhyme, say, 'rings'
Or maybe not, maybe 'kings'
Imagine if people say, had wings!
Then we could fly away to the land of glings!
I think we know that 'chat' and 'rings'
Rhyme with A LOT of things!

I think now my poem must end
For we have gone far too far round the bend
So you and I must descend
For this poem has finished its twiddly end.

Alex S
age 10 from England

WHALES

Whales are like hail
Spraying water out of their spouts
But they’re not as bad as brussel sprouts!
So do not doubt a whale’s friendliness
Because it won't come round for tea it doesn't have your address!
WHALES
Whales don't have spots or dots
But have greyness a lot!
They howl in the wind, they say
But really it's in the water in day
So don't be scared of whales please
Because if you turn around to see

It might just be a snail!

Beth Hammond age 10 from the UK

Bugs

Jugs of bugs
Mugs of bugs
Jugs and mugs and glugs of bugs

some small some big
some crawl some dig

Some thin some thick
Some as hard as a brick
Some short some tall
Some huge some small

Some soft some hard
Some thin as playing cards

Jugs of bugs
Mugs of bugs
Jugs and mugs and glugs of bugs

by Alex and Emma, age 9 from England

I went to the park
when it was dark
I was walking along
I singing my song
But I stopped when I heard a bark

Gina
7, Lyminge

Mummy

Mummy is soft like a teddy bear
I put my fingers in her hair
Even though I'm still little
My hair is still awfully brittle
My mummy says I'll grow up strong
I'm going to be a singer and sing all day long,
I like to hug my ted to my tum,
But I prefer to hug my mum.

Jenijaz age 5
Birmingham

WHAT IS CHOCOLATE?

Chocolate is a treasure
hiding in the cupboard

Chocolate is a delicious smell
floating on the air

Chocolate is smooth water
being poured from a jug

Chocolate is a piece of ice
melting in your mouth

Chocolate is gluey mess
sticking on your fingers

Emma age 13 from Hertfordshire

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